BOOKS, BOOKS, AND MORE BOOKS
“And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written. Amen.”~ Jn. 21:25
The Library of Congress was founded in 1800 with a collection of 6,487 books. Today there are over 16 million. But interestingly there is a lowly, unschooled Man of Galilee of whom we are told the world could not hold the books, if written, of Him. A worldwide library would not be large enough to contain the books about His person, life, and works!
It struck me how ironic this is that an unlettered Man, such as He, would be known as The Word; The Eternal Word, if you please.
Amazing, is it not? As another has written, “He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. Yet, today, over two thousand years after His death and resurrection, he is still changing lives and bringing new meaning and hope to mankind. He is the central figure of the human race!”
And Who, you may ask, is this MAN? My answer-His name is Jesus Christ, the Son of God; and God, the Son! My testimony of Him is the same as Thomas of old, one of His earliest followers, “My Lord and my God!”
1. When I survey the wond'rous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory dy'd,
My richest Gain I count but Loss,
And pour Contempt on all my Pride.
2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his Blood.
3. See from his Head, his Hands, his Feet,
Sorrow and Love flow mingled down!
Did ever such Love and Sorrow meet?
Or Thorns compose so rich a Crown?
4. His dying Crimson, like a Robe,
Spreads o'er his Body on the Tree;
Then am I dead to all the Globe,
And all the Globe is dead to me.
5. Were the whole Realm of Nature mine,
That were a Present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my Soul, my Life, my All.
4. His dying Crimson, like a Robe,
Spreads o'er his Body on the Tree;
Then am I dead to all the Globe,
And all the Globe is dead to me.
5. Were the whole Realm of Nature mine,
That were a Present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my Soul, my Life, my All.
an Aged Saint
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